There was once a girl

Loneliness pricks when it is unwanted, but soothing when it is welcomed. Tonight, I wanted to be alone, still I did not enjoy it. To tell you the truth, I never enjoyed loneliness as such. I so wished to have someone I could talk endlessly for hours, without ever feeling the urge to stop. Everyone in the house is asleep, or so I hope. But I am sitting in front of my screen with no concrete purpose. I opened a word page and drew my fingers on the keyboard. For one second, I made up my mind on what to write. Strange but true: I stayed there for about fifteen minutes, not knowing what to type. I wanted to close everything and go to sleep, but damn sleep never came at the right time! So, I thought of writing something, something about me and my thoughts would be very easy to translate on screen rather than invented fictions. But still, this is not a confession. It is just a fictitious reality. Here I start: